Your egoYour need for respectYour need to always be rightJust shove them up.You have just taken me, my love, adoration my…
Today
38 years ago.
How could I understand the silencein a voice I always knew as loud –once rugged handsnow softened by bed-riddeness –blackenednot by…
A scenery has to accept the changes made to it. When the sun rises it has to be…